#test day

[subtlecoffeeaddict]

Survival is key

[illusoryxdays]

it's exam day for Network+! I have been studying 2+ hours daily for this stupid cert for weeks on end.

Affirmations for the day

I will pass this test because I am knowledgeable of all areas of the content.

I have the problem solving skills necessary to figure out the answers to the questions.

I prepared adequately for this and I will pass.

[studywithtownes]

there’s been radio silence from me since graduating this past june and I thought I’d give a bit of an explanation.

I didn’t go to law school. I didn’t get in anywhere. I take pride in my academic performance and when I failed to get in anywhere, I let the disappointment get to me.

instead of announcing this ‘failure’ on this blog, I kept quiet, began working full-time for a firm in my town, and started studying to retake the LSAT.

now, it’s test day!! I feel leagues better about this test than I did my August 2021 exam and am so excited to reapply to all the schools I went for last cycle.

good luck to everyone testing this weekend! you’ve worked so hard for it and all that’s left to do is sit down and DO IT!

sending all the love, townes

[californian-odyssey]

Two tests today that I didn’t study for 😅

Wish me luck yall…

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[wtfuckevenknows]

The fucking sirens are fine, the phone alarm is really fucking annoying 😂

[bacchuschucklefuck]

typical tavern scene

[qualityrain]

[hyolks]

al's the kinda guy to wear sweater vests and oxfords <3

[liatorii]

PvP enabled? On my website?

[cjbee]

“When Chronos stormed your father’s House, I fled with but three things: Hypnos, because he was there; that family portrait, which pulled at my heart, and you.”

More Hades art: 1 2 3 4

[pinkiepig]

Have 1 (one) singular color test of nari and lamb preparing an early sermon like married couples do

[clarissasbakery]

i’m up to iii 9. love the green girls 🧪🍀

[dinoserious]

recent gira skpg+some slightly older doodles of baby gira

[sukunasteeth]

When Sukuna kisses you, it feels like your heart is being ripped out of your chest.

You started out perched on his lap, but by now he's reduced you to a boneless, panting heap in his grasp. His arms supporting you are the only things keeping you from melting against him like liquid lust. You're desperate for a moment of solid ground to catch your breath, but Sukuna is adamant on continuously taking it away from you. His calloused hands inching their way up your shirt, brushing softly against your sides, over your rib cage, skimming the underside of your breasts, all in mesmerization at how soft your skin is.

"'Kuna..." You try to capture his attention, which has been taken by his fixation on how sensitive your ears were to the scrape of his teeth.

You're surprised when he answers with a distracted hum, "Yes, my little doe?"

"I -I need a second." You stutter, your heart is thumping wildly in your chest, despite how intoxicated and incapacitated you feel at his mercy. You were starting to forget how to breathe in his close proximity and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep your head straight with his natural scent acting like a pheromone.

You feel his wicked grin against your neck before you hear it in his voice, "Poor thing. Am I working you too hard? I rarely see you so out of sorts..." 

Sukuna doesn't even try to disguise his amusement at your complete inebriation with his kisses. His tongue presses against the nape of your throat before he follows a line of sweat up to your ear, leaving behind a cold stripe of his saliva against your burning hot skin. He holds you fast when you violently shiver against him, "It's a good look on you."

“Please…” You beg with whatever breath you can conjure for him but it comes out as more of a desperate little whimper. That was Sukuna’s favorite tone of your voice, after all. 

And desperate you were. Sukuna had been devouring you for so long, sucking and nipping and licking at whatever part of your revealed skin interested him. You could feel your legs forgetting how to operate.

You just needed a moment. 

Without his permission, you push away from his chest and manage to get to your feet in front of him. Your legs buckle, but you're able to catch yourself before you fall face first back into him. Sukuna is looking up at you, as kiss drunk as you felt, blinking slowly with a satisfied smile. 

“Give me just one sec-” You’re about to turn away. And then you see it. 

Sukuna had you so entranced with him, had your mind so far away from your body, that you hadn’t even noticed the fact that you had cleanly soaked through your panties on his lap. And there, on that oh-so-comfortable part of his thigh, that had quickly become one of your happy places, was a dark spot on his jeans from your wetness. 

All you could do was stare down at it, mortified. 

Which only has Sukuna following your gaze in momentary curiosity. 

“I-I’M…” You try to catch his attention again with the sound of your voice before his eyes can settle on the new mark, but Sukuna sees it first.

His grin quickly fades and your heart careens into your throat. You feel embarrassment shoot through you like a shot of adrenaline, coloring your already pink face a bright and rosy red. 

The clear solution to the undoubtedly awkward situation is to run, right?

“I’ll be right back-” But you don’t even move an inch before his hand snaps forward and latches onto the front pocket of your (his) hoodie, stopping you in place. 

Your heartbeat thumps in your red-hot ears and you go against every fiber of your being to meet his eyes.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going with my dinner?" The playful lilt of his tone has completely vanished and reveals a deep, dark starvation in its place.

"I work hard for my meals, you know?”